around our nation's capital
there's a freeway 8 lanes wide
white concrete ringed around the city
for those who want inside
get on get off
ignore everything to the sides
in your midst i drive
while homeboys in the back of the van make drugs
wanna hide something like a crack lab
just put it in plain sight
only stop to refuel and unload more poison to tear more lives apart gang wars
like never before better lock your doors, buy some guns and prey for martial law
on the washington d.c. beltway
around and around i go
in the black van with no windows
and a chimney puffing smoke
bloody headlines in the news each day drug 'crisis' everywhere
so much comes in so easy
it's as though someone wants it there
it would be a little obvious
to fence off all the slums
hand out machine guns to the poor in the projects and watch 'em kill each other off
a more subtle genocide is when the only hope for the young is to join the army and slowly die
wall street or crack dealer avenue
the last roads left to the american dream
wall street or crack dealer avenue
wall street or crack dealer avenue
only on road leads to this neighborhood
little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up
the folks might get just a little upset
if they knew where that dope comes from froom columbia to the contras
to our air force bases, where we trade it for guns the moral equivilent of a serial killer and his cia friends
call the shots from the white house but now that we own the media too
those stories just aren't run on the washington d.c. beltway, 'round and 'round i go
in a black van with no windows, and a chimney puffing smoke
some gang that ran smack in viet nam ain't got no reason to fear
just get a vice president so dumb the crook at the top never gets impeached
that sure was easy wasn't it?
that sure was easy wasn't it?
more crack - more panic - moe cops - more jails
you see emergency - total war
you see emergency - total war
you see a black face - you see a crackhead
you see a black face - you see a crackhead
you see a black face - you see willie horton with a knife
you see willie horton with a knife
you see one willie horton
you've seen them all they're everywhere,
i know you asked for it,
you've got it drug suspects have no rights at all
property seized and sold before trial
labor camps-on american soil?!?
neo-nazi bootboys
that the cops never seem to arrest
prowl neighborhoods with baseball bats
why now? why do they get so much press...?
mein kampf-the mini series
ollie north-'patriotic' hero
the leader for tomorrow is yours today
finally gotcha psyched for a police state
on the washington d.c. beltway around and around i go
in a black van with no windows and a chimney puffing smoke
my van's a mobile oven now
that burns the bodies you never see
just like in chile or guatemala
people just seem to disappear
just like rome we fell asleep when we got spoiled
ignore human rights in the rest of the world
ya might just lose your own as the noose of narco-militarism tightens 'round your necks
we worry about burning flags
and pee in jars at work to keep our jobs
but if someone came for you one night and dragged you away
do you really think youneighbors would even care
do you really think youneighbors would even care
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